I've decided to continue with this story for right now. There are going to be a slight age change though. I said in the first chapter that Phil was going to be three years older than Katie; I'm going to keep it that way. But in this story Katie is going to be 23, which would make Phil be 26.

With that said, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I would love your feedback (:


It had been five years since Phil left to follow his dreams; three since I talked to him last. For the first year, he kept his promise about calling and coming home to see me as often as he could. The second year, the phone calls and visits became more scarce. The beginning of the third year, I stopped hearing from him completely. I knew his job kept him busy, but he had to have time to call me sometimes. I knew he still came home to visit his family when he had the chance, but those visits never included coming to see me.

I figured eventually that this would happen; I just didn't want to believe it. no matter how long we had gone without talking, he was still my best friend and I still loved him. I figure maybe one day he'll think about me and text me or call me. I'm not getting my hopes up, it's just wishful thinking.

I watched him each week on Raw. I cringed every time he took a hard hit, and cheered every time he came back and won his match. I promised him before that I would always support him, and I wasn't about to stop just because we were no longer talking. I knew he wouldn't stop supporting me if the roles were reversed.

I was currently watching Raw, listening to Jerry Lawler and Michael Cole talking about pointless stuff, when I saw UPCOMING SHOWS flash across the bottom of the screen. I was really never interest in going to a live show; I figured I could just watch Phil on my TV. He obviously didn't want me going to a live show when they came to Chicago, or he would have offered me tickets a while ago. But, when I saw Chicago, IL flash across my television screen, my thoughts changed.

"It would be kind of awesome to go to a live show." I said to myself. After arguing with myself for about five minutes, I got off the couch and went to retrieve my laptop. As soon as it loaded everything up, I went to and looked for tickets for next week's Raw. There were several seats up in the "nose bleed" sections, but only one right in the front. I decided on the seat in the front, even though just one ticket and one hundred and sixty-nine dollars. I sighed as I clicked on "Purchase Tickets". I printed my ticket out immediately and closed my laptop.

I sat back on the couch and continued watching Raw. I thought about texting Phil and letting him know that I was going to the live event next Monday night, but thought better of it. Maybe he would see me sitting in the front row and recognize me. Or maybe he would see me and he wouldn't recognize me. But why wouldn't he recognize his best friend? Maybe he had just forgotten about me. I shoved that thought out of my head as soon as it entered.

Phil had a match against Big Show on tonight's Raw. Thankfully he won. As soon as the show went off, I heard my phone ring. I jumped off the couch, hoping it would be Phil calling me. I don't know why I kept hoping that, when I knew it wouldn't happen. When I reached my phone, I saw "TYLER" on the Caller ID. Tyler had been my boyfriend for about a year. He knew everything about mine and Phil's relationship. I met him shortly after Phil left. We were friends for a few years before we decided to try being in a relationship. Luckily, the relationship has been working out wonderfully for us so far. I wasn't to the point where I was in love with him yet. But he had told me on numerous occasions the he loved me. Thankfully he understood why I hadn't told him I loved him yet. The last time I realized I loved someone, he ended up leaving afterwards and everything went downhill from there.

"Hey, babe." I smiled as I answered the phone.

"Hey yourself. How are you tonight?" He asked me.

"I'm wonderful. Guess what's happening next Monday night?"

"What's happening?"

"Raw is coming to Chicago! I never really cared too much about going to a live show, but after thinking about it, I bought a ticket."

"Oh." He didn't sound too excited. "Would you like me to go with you?"

My face fell. "I didn't even think about taking someone with me. There was only one seat left in the front row and that's the ticket I bought. If I would have known you would want to go, I would have asked you and got different seats. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I just figured you wouldn't want to go by yourself. Do you think he's going to see you and recognize you?"

"I mean, I don't know. I think if he saw me, he would recognize me."

"He hasn't seen you in almost four years. You really think he'll recognize you?"

My eyebrows shot up at his tone of voice. I knew he couldn't see me, but I was glaring at him through the phone. "We've been best friends since I was five. Of course he's going to recognize me."

"Whatever you think, Katie. I'll talk to you later." He hung up the phone without saying bye. In my mind, he had no reason to be mad at me like he was. I didn't do anything wrong. He usually did get a little pissy when something with Phil was involved, but it wasn't like he had a reason to be that way. It wasn't like Phil was actually going to see me Monday night and everything would pick up right where it left off; no matter how bad I wanted it to.

I stomped to my room like a five year old and threw my phone on my dresser. I snuggled into my bed and pulled my blankets up to my chin. What was I going to do if Phil did recognize me? What if he just didn't want to see me and that's why he quit calling and texting me? With those questions running around in my brain, I drifted off into a deep sleep.


Phil's POV

Next Monday, Raw would be held in my hometown. I couldn't help but wonder if I would run into any of my old friends, one person in particular. I hadn't been the best person lately, and I lost touch with the girl who meant the most to me. I figured Katie stopped watching Raw as soon as I stopped talking to her. I didn't expect her to even care about me coming home, or for her to be at the show. I've been such a dick to her for the past three years and I knew that wasn't something she would automatically forgive me for. She probably hated me.

I don't even remember why I stopped talking to her. The distance between us all the time was too much for me to handle. I couldn't stand being away from her, I still can't. But that didn't give me a reason to stop talking to her; it seems like talking to her every night would make us feel like we were closer together. But that wasn't the case. She always sounded so sad over the phone. I missed her so much. Every time we hung up, it would depress me so much more and I couldn't focus on wrestling with her sad voice in my head. I loved that girl, even if I never told her. I couldn't ruin our friendship like that.

I kept up with everything she was doing via Facebook and Twitter. I didn't follow her or anything, her profiles weren't private though. I know, I sound like a completely stalker. But I'm sure you would do the same thing if you were in my shoes. I found out recently that she was dating some guy named Tyler. They had apparently been dating for eight months. He better treat her right, or he will have one pissed of wrestler to deal with; not like I'd get to meet him or anything.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I can't believe I let Katie slip so far away from me. I never wanted that to happen. I promised her so many times that wouldn't happen. But I've broken a lot of promises to her within these past five years. I never wanted to be that person. If I ever saw her again, I would have to apologize. I knew she wouldn't forgive me, but I need to do something to feel better about myself.

That's when I got an idea. I'm going to see Katie when I get back to Chicago. But what if she didn't want to see me? What if she had forgotten all about me with that Tyler kid in her life? I would be heartbroken if she opened her door and didn't want to see me. I don't know how I'd get through that. I guess it was something that I would just have to risk though.